Realizing that Tower Master Wei, who had just displayed unrivaled valor and stood a chance of leading Blood Rain Tower back to its peak, seemed to have been smashed to pieces by Old Devil Xie in a single exchange, everyone in Blood Rain Tower felt as though the sky had collapsed!
Could happiness really come so suddenly and leave so quickly?
Fan Hainie slapped his thigh in agitation and hurriedly shouted:
"Lord Xie! It's a misunderstanding! We weren't trying to assassinate an Imperial Court official. We wanted to surrender! This Wei Yin tried to take the opportunity to buy us over. We were going to capture him and hand him over to you..."
The remaining hall masters realized the problem too. Afraid that Wei Kun, who clearly had a chance of joining the Seven Heroes, would be beaten to death, they hurriedly explained:
"That's right. Please show mercy, Lord Xie! We meant no harm whatsoever. We wanted to take this man down and report it to you..."
"Oh?"
Xie Jinhuan's robes fluttered in the wind as he slowly drifted down from the air, stopping thirty feet above the ground. His otherworldly, immortal-like bearing made him seem an entirely different person from moments before. He looked at Wei Yin, who was coughing blood:
"Is that so?"
"Cough... cough..."
Wei Yin had been beaten until he spat up three pints of blood, but seeing Xie Jinhuan arrive as his rescuer stirred not the slightest excitement in him. His heart held nothing but dead ashes. He gritted his teeth:
"They're spitting blood to slander me! Brother Xie, I came here to investigate Blood Rain Tower's remnants, and they ambushed me. How could our illustrious Snow Eagle Ridge possibly think anything of these Jianghu rabble..."
Seeing Wei Yin lying through his teeth, Fan Hainie